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Luther Stickell (Character)
from Mission: Impossible (1996)

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Mission: Impossible III (2006)
[from trailer]
Luther Stickell: Welcome back, brother.

Luther Stickell: He made it... he made it!
[pauses]
Luther Stickell: I knew he'd make it.

Luther Stickell: That look in your eyes is pain in my ass, you know that, right?

Luther Stickell: That look in your eye's a pain in my ass, you know.

Luther Stickell: Was there something more going on between you two?
Ethan Hunt: Lindsey was like my little sister.
Luther Stickell: And you never... slept with your little sister, right?

Luther Stickell: Well if it isn't Mr. 'those who can't do, teach'!

Luther Stickell: [convincing him not to get married, like a broken record] Don't do it, Ethan.
Ethan Hunt: Luther? Julia and I got married two days ago.
Luther Stickell: Well, congratulations!

[In the middle of a complicated operation, Ethan - disguised as Owen Davian and sitting in a car, makes a drop to Luther, underneath the car in a manhole]
Ethan Hunt: [Deadpan] What's up?
Luther Stickell: [Deadpan] Nothin'. What's up with you?
Ethan Hunt: [Deadpan] Nothin'.

Ethan Hunt: Is our truck in place?
Ethan Hunt: Weapons good to go?
Luther Stickell: Yeah. You?
Ethan Hunt: Yeah.
Luther Stickell: You know I got your six.
Ethan Hunt: Hey, man. That's your job.

Ethan Hunt: I don't agree with you.
Luther Stickell: Well then I'm smarter than you.
Declan: I agree with Luther; we can't have real relationships, but you see, I love that
[Ethan rolls his eyes]

Luther Stickell: [excitedly into the intercom] He made it! He MADE it!
[to himself, more indifferently]
Luther Stickell: I knew he'd make it.


Mission: Impossible - Rogue Nation (2015)
Ethan Hunt: [Ethan is hanging to the side door of the plane] Benji, open the door!
Benji Dunn: Ethan? How did you get in the plane?
Ethan Hunt: I'm not in the plane, I'm ON the plane! Open the door!
Benji Dunn: Yeah, yeah, yeah, right!
[opens the rear door]
Benji Dunn: Ha! How's that?
Ethan Hunt: That's the wrong door!
Luther Stickell: [notices the rear door opened] Not that door, Benji, the other door!
Benji Dunn: Oh, yeah, sorry!

Luther Stickell: You need to understand something. Ethan is my friend. And if I have one SECOND of doubt whose side you're on...
[starts glaring at Brandt seriously]
William Brandt: I believe you.

William Brandt: [Brandt and Luther are searching for Ethan and Benji in Morocco in a 4x4 car] I thought you said you could find 'em.
Luther Stickell: I said I could LOCATE 'em. You have to find 'em.
William Brandt: Right.
[Ethan and Benji crash into a nearby car. Luther waves his hand and Ethan waves back]
William Brandt: Found 'em.
[Brandt attempts to follow them just to find out that Ethan and Brandt are being chased by gang of motorcyclers which pass by their car]
William Brandt: It's a high-speed chase and you just had to get the 4x4! Didn't you?
Luther Stickell: Don't blame me. You chose the car!
William Brandt: You just had to have it!
[follows the cyclers]
Luther Stickell: Look at it! Look at how slow you are going. Speed it up!

[first lines]
William Brandt: [on the phone] Benji? Benji, do you copy? Benji?
Benji Dunn: [grunts] Shit.
William Brandt: Where is Ethan?
Benji Dunn: [crouching in a field] Uh, I can't talk right now.
William Brandt: The package is on the plane.
Benji Dunn: Yeah, I know. We're currently formulating a plan B. Although, technically, it's a plan C.
William Brandt: This isn't going very well...
Benji Dunn: I am aware of that, Brandt. You're not helping.
William Brandt: Where's Ethan?
Benji Dunn: I don't know. We're on radio silence.
William Brandt: That plane cannot take off with the package on it. Do you understand?
Luther Stickell: [interjecting] We're working on it.
William Brandt: Luther? What the hell are you doing there? You're supposed to be on assignment in Malaysia!
Luther Stickell: I *am* in Malaysia. I've been here two days. Benji needed my help.
Benji Dunn: I didn't need help. I just needed assistance. It's a different thing.
William Brandt: [miffed] The package is still on the plane.

Luther Stickell: So what do we do now?
Ethan Hunt: Please tell me you made a copy of that disk.
Benji Dunn: Of course I made a copy.
William Brandt: So where are we going?

Ethan Hunt: What's happening?
Luther Stickell: I can't open it.
Ethan Hunt: What do you mean, you can't open it?
Luther Stickell: I mean I can't open it, ever.
Benji Dunn: That's a red box?
William Brandt: A what?
Ethan Hunt: It's a red box. The British government uses them to transport state secrets.
William Brandt: Doesn't sound good.
Benji Dunn: Meaning it's triple-encrypted. You're not getting into that thing unless you have fingerprints, retinal scan, and a voice phrase spoken by a specific individual.
Ethan Hunt: The Prime Minister of Great Britain himself.
Benji Dunn: Yes, him.
William Brandt: So what you're saying is there is no ledger, which means we have no proof that the Syndicate even exists. So we're back to square one, only now we are all wanted by CIA. I'm so proud of us.
Benji Dunn: What I don't understand is why is there a red box sat in a private data vault in Morocco?
Luther Stickell: And why would Lane want it if he can't open it?
Benji Dunn: If Lane wants it, you can bet he has a plan to open it. Ah, and we just helped him steal it.
Luther Stickell: He's going to take the Prime Minister.
Ethan Hunt: Yes, he is. The question is how.

Ethan Hunt: You're free now. Where will you go?
Ilsa Faust: I don't know. I've done my part.
Ethan Hunt: Yeah.
Luther Stickell: Ethan, we got to go!
Ilsa Faust: [Ethan and Ilsa embrace] You'd better hurry now.
Ethan Hunt: Good luck.
Ilsa Faust: You know how to find me.
[drives away]

William Brandt: Tell me it is possible to pull facial recognition off a sketch.
Luther Stickell: For mere mortals, no. For me, I could've done this at home.
William Brandt: How long is this gonna take?
Luther Stickell: Found her. CCTV picked her up at the airport in Casablanca.
William Brandt: [the computer screen shows that Ilsa Faust is a disavowed agent] What the hell?
Luther Stickell: She's bad news.

Ethan Hunt: And option three?
Ilsa Faust: Come away with me. Right now.
Luther Stickell: Oh, boy.


Mission: Impossible (1996)
Luther Stickell: [inside a compartment on the TGV, referring to stealing the NOC list from CIA headquarters ] You really think we can do this.
Ethan Hunt: We're going to do it.

Ethan Hunt: [sitting in an outdoor café] So, how does it feel to be a solid citizen again?
Luther Stickell: Man, I don't know. I'm gonna miss bein' disreputable.
Ethan Hunt: Well, Luther, if it makes you feel any better, I'll always think of you that way.

Luther Stickell: [about a previous computer hack] There was never any physical evidence I had anything to do with that... that... that exceptional piece of work.

Luther Stickell: Reach your folks?
[Ethan nods]
Luther Stickell: How do they feel?
Ethan Hunt: About what?
Luther Stickell: The apology from the Justice Department, VIP treatment. You know, the whole nine yards.
Ethan Hunt: Well, my mom was a little confused how the DEA could mistake her and Uncle Donald for a couple of dope smugglers in the Florida Keys.

[after Max's computer program diskette failed]
Luther Stickell: Computers are a bitch.

Luther Stickell: Hey, I'm the flavor of the month.


Mission: Impossible II (2000)
Billy Baird: [after Sean's men shot at their helicopter] You OK, mate?
Luther Stickell: That punk put a hole in my Versace.

Luther Stickell: [after getting off the helicopter and steps in sheep droppings] Shit.
Ethan Hunt: Yes it is

Luther Stickell: [while typing on the computer with Ethan and Billy present] The satellite doesn't work as fast as I do.

[Nyah is standing right in front of Ethan]
Luther Stickell: [over radio] Ethan, Nyah's in the building. Do you copy?
Ethan Hunt: [dryly, into radio] Thank you.